I'm a blood match if you need it. We found out the last time. What a bond!
I think that's his first language but how the fuck do I know? He tells me nothing about himself. I don't know his age, his birthday, his real name. I mean come on, James Jesse? So made up.
I think that's his first language but how the fuck do I know? He tells me nothing about himself. I don't know his age, his birthday, his real name. I mean come on, James Jesse? So made up.
"I don't know, it's nice. I dig it." James smiled and then pulled away from Hartley so he could drop down slowly and at his own face. He winced a little and then shrugged off his coat, tossing it aside and gently lying himself back. He tugged up his shirt and looked at the wound, it wasn't that deep and a lot of the blood now was drying. He just needed it sorted before it got any worse. Or, God forbid, infected. He so couldn't afford medical bills right now, he could barely afford food. He needed to line up some new jobs.
"I'm sorry." James looked up at Hartley and shrugged ever so slightly, not able to move his body much. "I know I shouldn't have dumped this on you but I figured you'd be nearby. I didn't know what else to do."
"I'm sorry." James looked up at Hartley and shrugged ever so slightly, not able to move his body much. "I know I shouldn't have dumped this on you but I figured you'd be nearby. I didn't know what else to do."
Scars are sexy. Or so I'm repeatedly told by weird dudes with knife kinks. He'll be fine. James always lands on his feet, always has. He's so cool like that.
Oooh, do it! Share! I so wanna know. All I know is he's a weird circus kid who is hella fine. Like man, this eyes? They kill me every time."
Oooh, do it! Share! I so wanna know. All I know is he's a weird circus kid who is hella fine. Like man, this eyes? They kill me every time."
"Oh God, this is gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt." James sucked in a breath and then gritted his teeth, laughing in place of crying out so he didn't upset Hartley so much. "Totally hurt. Whatever. I'm not a baby, I can take it." With a playful smile, he looked down and watched as the wound was cleaned, knowing that he just had to trust Hartley at this point. Usually he got things right, it had to work out.
"I'm bad at saying sorry. I usually have to be dying to say it, I guess. I'm not very good at saying it. I can say a billion and one words but when it comes to sorry, it just gets stuck. You know?" James caught Hartley's eyes and smiled sadly. "I usually am though. Sorry. I always fuck up."
"I'm bad at saying sorry. I usually have to be dying to say it, I guess. I'm not very good at saying it. I can say a billion and one words but when it comes to sorry, it just gets stuck. You know?" James caught Hartley's eyes and smiled sadly. "I usually am though. Sorry. I always fuck up."
What word would you use?
Nah. I mean I thought I did for ages but it turns out no, I just sort of want him to love me but not in a 'I love you' kind of way. Maybe in a brother way? I don't know. I never had family so I'm not sure how it feels to love them but I love James. I'm not in love with him.
Nah. I mean I thought I did for ages but it turns out no, I just sort of want him to love me but not in a 'I love you' kind of way. Maybe in a brother way? I don't know. I never had family so I'm not sure how it feels to love them but I love James. I'm not in love with him.
"I don't like bad feelings. When I get bad feelings, I ignore them until they go away." Which was childish and dumb but he didn't like to deal with them. When Hartley and he kissed, he felt so much love and wanting in him. And it terrified him. He had no idea what to do with the fear and so he did what he always did. He pushed him away. And he still regretted it. "Some don't. No matter how I try or how much I want to just ignore them."
He lay back but reached up one hand to idly playing with Hartley's hair as he stitched him up. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I was a dick. Can we be friends again? I miss you a lot."
He lay back but reached up one hand to idly playing with Hartley's hair as he stitched him up. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I was a dick. Can we be friends again? I miss you a lot."
We all put on a show, pretty boy. Even you.
I really can't. My last offer was a guy from a neo nazi skinhead gang and he basically wanted me to be his bitch. I wasn't into it, you know? Like I can live with the whole tattooed psycho thing but I'm so not game for racists.
I really can't. My last offer was a guy from a neo nazi skinhead gang and he basically wanted me to be his bitch. I wasn't into it, you know? Like I can live with the whole tattooed psycho thing but I'm so not game for racists.
"It's so weird sometimes. To be surrounded by all these people and be so completely alone." James laughed a little and put on that same smile, not letting Hartley's words make him at all self conscious. He was lonely and he didn't know how to truly connect, letting people in wasn't easy for James and more often than not, he just ended up regretting everything. "I like it when I'm with you. You make it all feel more alive."
And he was the idiot who fucked up what they could have had. He supposed he had to live with it now. "Of course, no kissing. You have a boyfriend now and all."
And he was the idiot who fucked up what they could have had. He supposed he had to live with it now. "Of course, no kissing. You have a boyfriend now and all."
Me and James talk about anything, we went passed creepy a loooong time ago.
Bullshit. If you're into a dude sucking your dick and you know it's a dude, you're at least a little gay and not straight. And I can but no one wants me. They use me. Big difference, Hart. Maybe you'll get that some day. Someone can still make you feel loved, adored and happy when they're just making use of you. It's just all very hollow when it's over and you realise.
Bullshit. If you're into a dude sucking your dick and you know it's a dude, you're at least a little gay and not straight. And I can but no one wants me. They use me. Big difference, Hart. Maybe you'll get that some day. Someone can still make you feel loved, adored and happy when they're just making use of you. It's just all very hollow when it's over and you realise.
"I know. He's good for you and I'm happy. I will meet him one day but I swear, I'll be on my best behaviour." With a playful laugh, he looked down at Hartley's handiwork as he finished the stitch, reaching down to very carefully pull the skin to get a good look. "Now there is some fine craftmanship. Hartley, you're so fucking talented. Is there anything you can't do?" Grinning, he let his hand drop and put it in his own head, ruffling his hair. "I was very brave, Hart. Didn't cry or anything. Do I get a lolly?"
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